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>start living in a dorm
>most of the other students that i talk to at dorm events and stuff give me the cold shoulder
>a good number of them won't even look at me when talking to me
>if i say "hey, what's up?" to them at a BBQ or something they just look in another direction and mumble something or refuse to reply
>some people respond normally at fist, but when i try to continue the conversationt (ask about college, movies, whatever) they give me disinterested responses and find excuses to leave
>was at a dorm event for students to socialise two days ago
>walked up to a group discussing books, said hi, introduced myself and asked them what kind of books they were talking about
>instead of replying normally, some of them looked elsewhere, some just stared at me without replying and some mumbled something
>tried to prompt them for a reply because the staring and everything was quite creepy, one guy just said "uh, you know...stuff" and then they just continued talking to each other as if i wasn't even there
>whenever people need help with something though, they come up to me and act like long lost best friends, but go back to ignoring me when they no longer need help
What's going on here? I thought college life woud be way more social than this.
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Hi guys, I want to apply for an apprenticeship, however, I've no experience in engineering but I'm keen to get in and learn something new. Besides, something like engineering seems like a good skill to have.
Anybody got any advice for me regarding my CV? My work experience includes Grounds Management, Warehouse work, Childcare and Retail. My interests don't necessarily involve me actively seeing new engineering knowledge but I'm able to apply myself in the right kind of setting. Would these issues be a huge problem? I'm willing to research stuff for the selection process if need be.
Also, what's the Engineering sector like? Anybody have any hints or advice?
Live near /r9k/
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Hello /adv/. I'm a female who lives next door to someone who is a living caricature of a /r9k/ guy. We both live in a corner of a building, so not only do I need to walk past his front door to leave the building, but his windows also look into my windows. Every time I pass him in the hallway, he's got something shitty to say. Nearly every time I just ignore it, but it's really grating on me.
Every time I pass him, I don't even make eye-contact. He still makes a point of saying calling me "whore", or a "useless woman", or generally how horrible/evil/stupid/etc women are, every time I pass him. To make it worse, he's huge, so I need to squeeze against the wall just to get past him.
It's gotten to the point where I don't ever open my blinds anymore. When I'm out, I dread coming home. When I'm home, I dread going out. What do I do about this guy? I could picture myself actually really liking where I live, but as things stand, I'm thinking of moving.
Pic related: a huge creepy robot child.
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I guess I do need some advice
I've posted here before, though, not often, some might remember me as the guy who posted the things he was good at, but had no university education, no career and the like, well, now, I'm studying "Engineering in Computer Systems", it's a good career, I enjoy it.
Unfortunately, this is not about my career, or my past, present, or future studies. This is about the source of all darkness in my mind, what disgusting monster I was and have become over the years, but, this might be a long read, quite silly, as well, so you've been warned, Anon.
First, my origins, just to give you some context.
Back when I was a little kid, I had good grades, my family praised me for it and I was a good kid---but it wasn't all happiness. My parents used to fight every night over financial issues, you surely know the kind, yes? I spent many nights crying, so my mother wouldn't kick my father out of the house, I can't say it was painful, but i didn't enjoy it.
Years later, my sister is born, my parents were good to her, just like they were to me, so we were alright, and she also was the light of my life. My sister was a genius, was what I thought, when she began talking early in life, while it took me three years.
Fast forward to 1997, we're good brothers, I try to teach her some stuff about the universe by making her look at books, which she couldn't read, so I gave up. 1998, I snapped when she got hyperactive a few times, grabbing her shoulders and looking at her, showing how mad I was thanks to the way she was acting. She did it over four times and stopped when I got really mad, but I didn't hit her.
1999, grandmother has a stroke, we move to her house, while she moves to my aunt's, we take care of her cafe.
2000, I get mad again, just sometimes, mostly at my dad, making me spit in his water when he asked for some.
(Don't tell me to go kill myself yet)
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